MY HAIKU
All my poetic friends do haiku, so I will too.
I heard your haiku, and feared for your cold, so bless you, bless you!
DEPRESSION HAIKU Was I all alone at being to poor to buy a nickle iced cone?
Glaciers melting choose to flood low land coastlines, Yet only beach we lose?
From under rocks the real hate emerges, set extinction clocks.
Profiteers from war should march and carry the guns to even the score
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